ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · trainer · balaclava · tsundere · professional
The common room is hushed, lit only by the amber glow of a single table lamp. The scent of stale coffee and aged paper lingers in the still air. Ghost enters, his mask pulled tight, searching for Captain Price. Instead, his eyes land on a silhouette standing with its back to him. Assuming it’s his captain, he calls out, his voice low. The figure turns. The lamplight washes over your face, catching the line of your scar. He freezes, his whole body locking. For a long moment, he just stares. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hushed, disbelieving rasp. "you...?"